Driving from place to place, I usually have a lot of time to think. Frequently, I'll have a song on or a message to stimulate my thinking rather than just allow it to drone on and on over things that "need to get done."
Friday morning this past week, I started what was a 90 minute drive, and hadn't turned on the radio yet, or began listening to anything, and I was just letting my thoughts wander.
From time to time, and it seems pretty regularly to me, I find myself thinking about the seasons of life, and the things we all do. I started to think about gardening, and how my garden this year looks pretty good, but there are some improvements I'd like to make for next year. Then I thought about how many more years I'd have to make improvements before I really get it how I'd like to get it.
My wife and I werent' planning on having more than four children, and I had accepted God's plan of limiting us to four. At 29 (when Madalyn was born), I wasn't ready to say that at that age, I would never again have another child. I began to think that not many 29 year olds probably ever think that whatever they are doing is the last time they will ever do it.
Then God gave us another child, and now I'm thinking the same thing. This is going to be the last time. When this baby walks, it will be the last time a child of mine walks for the first time. When this child graduates, it will be the last time. When this child marries, it will be the last child of my children to get married.
Then, my thoughts traveled.
One day I won't be able to make any garden improvements. One day will be the day I last drive a car. One day will be the last day I write a blog. One day will be the last day I clean out the barn. One day will be the last day I hug my children. One day will be the last day I go to church. Another day may be the last day I kiss my wife, clean my room, shoot a gun, mow the grass, high-five someone, put on sunglasses, shoot a deer, have sex, or even sharpen a pencil.
So, my conclusion to the matter is that all the things that I do every day-these things that fill up most days- will end. I was feeling rather discouraged.
The next thought hit me like it wasn't even my own. It seemed to land on me with great promise-a guarantee that surpasses all guarantees. My eyes moistened, and I cracked a little smile after this thought, and I thought I would share it with you:
"But, I can worship God forever."